Nana Shimura Death Novels & Stories

Luna Rudina said tearfully. She hugged me tightly and showed me around the room. "This was the last picture Ashina took, three days before her death." My nerves were pricked by the image. She weirdly had the same clothes on the day she died. "Do you know how she died?" I asked immediately. "Not really, but she did commit suicide," Luna Rudina said tearfully. "It's okay, I know quite a little," Really," She wiggled me and sat me on the floor beside her. Luna Rudina scented really good too.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Hashmi. She is no more.” He remained numb, staring at the phone and realizing the last words Raina heard before dying was Asmaira cursing her.

“She was beautiful.” “She was,” I murmured, my voice laced with something heavier. Mira hesitated. “Where is she now?” I exhaled slowly, debating whether to answer. But for some reason, with her, I wanted to share the truth. “She died years ago.” Mira’s expression softened. “How?” I hesitated again, but then I forced myself to continue. “She was transporting war refugees back to their homeland. The ship she was on capsized.” I swallowed.

"—'a monster wearing a man's face.' She died in the institution two years later. Never recovered." "Jesus." "Tokyo. 2015. Dr. Yuki Tanaka." Another photo. Another beautiful, strong woman. "Surgeon. Brilliant. Had an affair with Kang. One year later—suicide. Jumped from her apartment." I stared at the photos. At the pattern forming. "They all look—" "Like Amara. Yes." Dimitri pulled up more files. "I found six more. Same pattern. Same type. All connected to Kang. All ending badly."

CHAPTER 33[HE IS THE ONE] (Two weeks later) Nana was taken to the hospital after she attempted to commit suicide. The doctors were quick to Remove the poison from her system and luckily she survived. She was taken to her therapist who obviously is doing a good job. Nana is slowly becoming jovial back. Her uncle will be taken to court in few weeks and she couldn’t be more than happy. Rachel retired to bed after eating. Nana was also on the bed operating her phone.

With her remaining strength, she stared at the sky that was starting to turn red, a sign that the sun was about to set, even though the cold touched the surface of her skin. "Lee Umji," she exclaimed softly. Her eyes then burst into tears, rather than the pain she felt. She felt so helpless, because she might not meet Lee Umji. Never. Just before Kim Hana started closing her eyes, she could hear the voices of people around her who seemed to be aware of what she was going through. * Ha Mino fell to his knees after getting a call from Hansung stating that Kim Hana died from a bullet that pierced his left chest.

APARTMENT 1A LUCKY Monday, 3:24 PM It’s said all of Shanghai wept when she died. It’s said over three hundred thousand marched in a funeral procession four miles long that blustery March day in 1935. It’s also said that somewhere in the sobbing throng several women committed suicide. Their silent screen Goddess, Ruan Lingyu, ending her life with a fistful of sleeping pills at the too-young age of twenty-four spawning a grief only death could calm.

Her will to live was little and even if she survived, she wouldn't last a long time as the arteries in her heart has already been ruptured. It was no option to give away her sword. Rina struggled to open her eyes and before any of the parties made a move, she moved closer to the blade and her neck snapped off. Timi took a step back in surprise and Rina landed on the floor in the puddle of her blood, lifeless. Musa gasped and ran towards Rina in shock, she'd committed suicide without a second thought. Timi held his blade out and ran towards Musa, his aim to finish her.

Her body was stiff from the freezing temperatures, and a strange smile still lingered on her face. Witnesses later said that before she died, she kept repeating the same words: "I'm Nina Shaw... I've finally become Nina Shaw..." The police investigated and ruled it death by exposure. No one came forward to claim the body. In the end, the city handled the funeral arrangements. When Samuel heard about it, he was quiet for a long time. Finally, he said, "Some people are their own worst enemies." I couldn't have agreed more. As for Richard, life wasn't kind to him either.

I blurted. I came rushing to Nora's chambers as soon as I heard about her sudden passing. She lay motionless, her once vibrant eyes dull and lifeless. I checked for a pulse, but there was nothing. "Not again," I whispered, my heart heavy with grief. We made her consume the medicine from Migumi’s blood. She was supposed to be recovering already. Why did she still die? Migumi would be very much heartbroken to know that Nora has died from the plague. She took care of her.